“I…” I take a deep breath. “Nothing. What’d you need, Governor?”
Scowling, he stands and walks over to me. “Talk to me, Case.”
“I’m exhausted. I didn’t sleep well.”
He reaches out and touches my arm. “Come over tonight. Let us cook dinner for you and spend the night with us.”
I snort. “Uscook?”
“Okay,Declancan cook.”
“Thankyou. I wouldn’t want food poisoning.”
“So you’ll come?” He looks…
He looks too damn hopeful.
I cannotdeal with this from him right now. That was the only good thing about George before January—he wasn’t…clingy. “We’ll see. I’m still playing catch-up, and we have an election to run.”
Before he can drag me into a conversation I really don’t want to have at work, I duck out of there. Declan’s bringing him lunch, so I don’t have to worry about that, at least. As tired as I am, I don’t have the energy to deal with a needy sadist on top of everything else I’m doing.
We have debates to schedule, fundraising to conduct, polls, interviews—no more fucking around. Yes, we have campaign staff that Declan coordinates with for a lot of things, but George is a control freak, and so am I.
George trusts me and Declan to make sure things get done.
That’s what wedo.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted and fresh out of fucks. When I’m ready to leave, I gather all my things and head out, but I see that George’s office door is closed.
And Declan’s not in his office.
Dana, our AA, is gone for the day, and we’re all alone in our wing, so I rap on George’s door. “Good night, Governor Forrester,” I call out.
I don’t need to know what they’re doing in there.
Iknow.
And it pisses me off a little they can’t wait until they get home, dammit. They’re like a couple of horny teenagers now.
Yes, knocking is a passive-aggressive way for me to interrupt them.
It’s yet another reminder that, in some ways, George has lousy fucking judgment. I had to put my foot down to stop the breath play—which that still pisses me off, even this many months later—and if he can’t show good judgment all the time, one of us has to remain clear-headed and stay the adult.
I’m already turning to leave when I hear a muffled, “Wait!” from George.
I shouldn’t, but I do.
The door opens just a crack. “Case?”
I’ve stepped away from the door. “Yes, Governor?”
I see one blue eye and a sliver of his side peek through the crack. “Is everyone else gone?”
“Yes, Governor. We’re alone.”
He’s wearing a shirt and slacks, but I’d bet good money on the fact that his cock’s probably hanging out. “Come in for a few minutes.” I know that playful tone of voice, but I’m not having any of it right now.
I back up a step. “Why?”
